Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.

I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

Nathaniel closes his eyes and jumps, his arms glued to his sides like that fly's. He doesn't try to break his fall, just hits hard, because it hurts less than everything else.

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.

What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?